Co-dependancy is a bitch 02/27/2011
"Not The Doctor" - Alanis Morissette I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey Hidden in the bottom drawer I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine Lend me some fresh air I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you I don't want to be your babysitter You're a very big boy now I don't want to be your mother I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months Show me the back door Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon And I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2 I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face At midnight, hey What are you hungry for I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together I don't want to be your idol See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights I don't want to be lived through A vicarious occasion Please open the window Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart And it's wounded beat I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling What do you thank me What do you thank me for Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor Add Comment Learning to be friends 02/21/2011
"Now that I know what I'm without You can't just leave me Breathe into me and make me real Bring me to life" "So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me S. O. S. The love you gave me, nothing else can save me S. O. S. When you're gone How can I even try to go on? When you're gone Though I try how can I carry on?" Vir jou - hoe ek voel 01/30/2011
And in your eyes I see ribbons of color I see us inside of each other I feel my unconscious merge with yours And I hear a voice say, "What's his is hers" I'm falling into you (falling into you) This dream could come true And it feels so good falling into you I was afraid to let you in here Now I have learned love can't be made in to fear The walls begin to tumble down And I can't even see the ground I'm falling into you (falling into you) This dream could come true And it feels so good falling into you Falling like a leaf, falling like a star Finding a belief, falling where you are Catch me, don't let me drop! Love me, don't ever stop! So close your eyes and let me kiss you And while you sleep I will miss you Oh I'm falling into you This dream could come true And it feels so good falling into you Falling like a leaf, falling like a star, oh Finding a belief, falling where you are Falling into you Falling into you Falling into you Sometimes It's A Bitch 01/26/2011
I am running the actual risk of turning into those crazy "emo" hags that just post dark and obscure lyrics and poetry and never says anything personal on their blogs. No really...I see the signs!! *she says in a very dramatic tone* but the truth is that my personal thoughts and feelings are rather dodge and may cause alarm to those I love. Music, on the other hand can express so many complex and intertwined emotions so eloquently...a gift I am afraid I do not possess at this stage of my life. SO for those who care... here is my current song of expression :) It's by Stevie Nicks and is called...as the title didn't cleverly disguise... Sometimes It's a Bitch! Oh and sidebar...This songs is quite bi-polar in a right brained "level headed" way. (My opin Well I've run through rainbows and castles of candy I cried a river of tears from the pain I try to dance with what life has to hand me My partner's been pleasure...my partner's been pain There are days when I swear I could fly like an eagle And dark desperate hours that nobody sees My arms stretched triumphant on top of the mountain My head in my hands...down on my knees Sometimes it's a bitch...sometimes it's a breeze Sometimes love's blind...and sometimes it sees Sometimes it's roses...and, sometimes it's weeds Sometimes it's a bitch...sometimes it's a breeze I've reached in darkness and come out with treasure I've laid down with love and I woke up with lies What's it all worth only the heart can measure It's not what's in the mirror...but what's left inside Sometimes it's a bitch...sometimes it's a breeze Sometimes love's blind...and sometimes it sees Sometimes it's roses...and, sometimes it's weeds Sometimes it's a bitch...sometimes it's a breeze You gotta take it as it comes Sometimes it don't come easy I've run through rainbows and castles of candy And I've cried a river of tears from the pain I tried to dance with what life had to hand me And if I could...I'd do it all over again Sometimes it's a bitch...sometimes it's a breeze Sometimes love's blind...and sometimes it sees Sometimes it's roses...and, sometimes it's weeds Sometimes it's a bitch...sometimes it's a breeze Sometimes the picture just ain't what it seems You get what you want...but it's not what you need Sometimes it's a bitch...sometimes...it's a breeze Well it's a breeze...it's a breeze...it's a breeze... He's addictive...the Virgo 01/14/2011
Poison lyrics Artist: Alice Cooper Lyrics Your cruel device Your blood, like ice One look could kill My pain, your thrill I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch) I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much) I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison You're poison running through my veins You're poison, I don't want to break these chains Your mouth, so hot Your web, I'm caught Your skin, so wet Black lace on sweat I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins) I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in) I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison You're poison running through my veins You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains Poison One look could kill My pain, your thrill I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch) I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much) I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison You're poison running through my veins You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains Poison I want to love you but I better not touch (Don't touch) I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop I want to kiss you but I want it too much (Too much) I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison, yeah I don't want to break these chains Poison, oh no Runnin' deep inside my veins, Burnin' deep inside my veins It's poison I don't wanna break these chains Poison Moving tomorrow 12/04/2010
Artist: Aaliyah Song: Journey to the Past [Anastasia] Heart don't fail me now Courage don't desert me, don't turn back now that we're here People always say life is full of choices No one ever mentions fear or how the road can seem so long how the world can seem so vast courage see me through heart I am trusting you On this journey to the past... Somewhere down this road, I know someone's waiting Years of dreams just can't be wrong Arms will open wide, I'll be safe and wanted Finally home where I belong well starting here my life begins starting now I'm learning fast courage see me through heart i am trusting you on this journey to the past heart don't fail me now (no) courage don't desert me. Home, love, family; there was once a time I must have had them too Home, love, family; I will never be complete until I find you (heey) One step at a time One hope then another Who knows where this road may go? Back to who I was On to find my future things my heart still needs to know Yes, let this be a sign Let this road be mine Let it lead me to my past courage see me through heart I am trusting you to bring me home At last! At last! courage see me through heart i'm trusting you heyyyy (x4) courage see me through Why we struggle with Break Ups 11/15/2010
Musical: My Fair Lady Song: I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face [In the street and Higgins is hurrying home in a huff.] HIGGINS Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! I've grown accustomed to her face. She almost makes the day begin. I've grown accustomed to the tune that She whistles night and noon. Her smiles, her frowns, Her ups, her downs Are second nature to me now; Like breathing out and breathing in. I was serenely independent and content before we met; Surely I could always be that way again- And yet I've grown accustomed to her look; Accustomed to her voice; Accustomed to her face. [Spoken] "Marry Freddy." What an infantile idea. What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do. But she'll regret, she'll regret it. It's doomed before they even take the vow! [Sung] I can see her now, Mrs. Freddy Eynsford-Hill In a wretched little flat above a store. I can see her now, not a penny in the till, And a bill collector beating at the door. She'll try to teach the things I taught her, And end up selling flowers instead. Begging for her bread and water, While her husband has his breakfast in bed. In a year, or so, when she's prematurely grey, And the blossom in her cheek has turned to chalk. She'll come home, and lo, he'll have upped and run away With a social-climbing heiress from New York. Poor Eliza. How simply frightful! How humiliating! How delightful! How poignant it'll be on that inevitable night When she hammers on my door in tears and rags. Miserable and lonely, repentant and contrite. Will I take her in or hurl her to the walls? Give her kindness or the treatment she deserves? Will I take her back or throw the baggage out? But I'm a most forgiving man; The sort who never could, ever would, Take a position and staunchly never budge. A most forgiving man. But, I shall never take her back, If she were even crawling on her knees. Let her promise to atone; Let her shiver, let her moan; I'll slam the door and let the hell-cat freeze! [Spoken] "Marry Freddy"-h a! [Sung] But I'm so used to hear her say "Good morning" ev'ry day. Her joys, her woes, Her highs, her lows, Are second nature to me now; Like breathing out and breathing in. I'm very grateful she's a woman And so easy to forget; Rather like a habit One can always break- And yet, I've grown accustomed to the trace Of something in the air; Accustomed to her face. The One That Woke Me Up 10/21/2010
You know those days...well maybe you do... where nothing excites you enough to get you out of bed? Not even the guilt of missing work or anything. Sleep deprivation and a broken CD player won this morning. Then at about 11something I was drawn to zamob.com on my BB and somehow stumbled apon this song, which was the magic I needed :-D It's called IT HAPPENS by Sugarland: Missed my alarm clock ringing Woke up, telephone screaming Boss man singing his same old song Rolled in late about an hour No cup of coffee, no shower Walk of shame with two different shoes on Now it is poor me, why me, oh me Boring the same old worn out blah, blah story There is no good explanation for it at all Ain't no rhyme or reason No complicated meaning Ain't no need to over think it Let go laughing Life don't go quite like you planned it We try so hard to understand it Irrefutable, indisputable The fact is psssh it happens My trusty rusty had a flat I borrowed my neighbor's Cadillac I'll be right back Going down to Wally World That yellow light turned red too quickly Knew that truck the moment it hit me Out stepped my ex and his new girl 'Sorry 'bout your neck baby' But it is poor me, why me, oh me Boring the same old worn out blah, blah story There is no good explanation for it at all Ain't no rhyme or reason No complicated meaning Ain't no need to over think it Let go laughing Life don't go quite like you planned it We try so hard to understand it Irrefutable, indisputable Fact is it happens Ain't no rhyme or reason No complicated meaning Ain't no need to over think it Let go laughing Life don't go quite like you planned it We try so hard to understand it Irrefutable, indisputable Fact is Yeah, the irrefutable, indisputable Absoluteable, totally beautiful Fact is psssh it happens I'm sure God would speak in music or His voice would sound like music. IT'S MUSIC!! 10/19/2010
I was driving home today in crazy heat melting in my denim, singing Barbra and Fiona and all sorts. As I turned off the highway it suddenly hit me: "Dah moron!! It's music!! The thing that inspires you is music." A crazy whirlwind of quotes and songs started whooshing through my head and I rushed home to type it down before I forget. I found clips and vids to accompany the quotes. SO if you click on the quote another window should pop open (all magic-like). "Music's important. Singing is important. We don't sing enough. Now everybody's plugged in. We all listen but people don't sing as much as they use to." (Meryl Streep Mamma Mia! interview) "You can take all the novels in the world, and not one of them will make you feel as good as fast as "I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May" That is real poetry. Those are real poets. Smokey Robinson, Stevey Wonder, Bob Dylan, the Beatles." (Hugh Grant in Music & Lyrics) So I shall sing more and remember to constantly find new songs and new inspiration. Ha...so much for that. Here I thought I could fill days and days of blogging in pursuit of what inspires me. Damn... okay....next topic? Inspiration 10/18/2010
I was watching Julie & Julia last night and got to wondering about what inspires and excites me. You know, enough to make me WANT to get up in the morning. It definitely isn't food. Heaven knows food doesn't excite me...so what is it. I shall find out! For now, however, whilst I'm searching...this was handy:
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